Friday, December 24, 2010

It's Christmas Time Again

Hard to believe isn't it? I certainly can't believe that today is Christmas Eve. Next week we will be celebrating a new year... yikes! This year has been filled to the brim with lessons, tears, laughter and exhaustion. I have lost several loved ones and gained a few new ones :)Cried over incomprehensible sorrows and later laughed about my tears. The coming year brings new challenges. I have begun navigating the Social Security Disability system as well as the MRDD system. January will be filled with phone time and arguments I'm sure. February is Kindergarten registration. I don't think I'm ready for that yet! February also will bring our first family vacation.. DISNEY!!!! That I am totally ready for! I can't wait to see the kids faces. I hope that whoever is reading this has a very merry holiday. Enjoy your family, no matter what shape or size they come in! :) Precious are the gifts we have in being loved. Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Painful talks

I have known that the day would come that I would have to talk to Andrea and Christopher about their sister. That they would need to know that she isn't like them and that they need to be sensitive to that. I never thought today would be the day. This evening I had this discussion with Andrea. Kaitlyn was playing with a new toy that my mom bought her. It is a Leap Pad toy that has a lighted screen and has games she can play to learn how to write. A tracing game for shapes and upper case letters and lower case letters... it's fantastic. I haven't been able to get her to trace with a pen and paper like most kids do in preK and kindergarten. The letter is already there so she will just tell me what it is instead of drawing it. This thing is fantastically different. The letter isn't really there because it's just lights, so she will write it. Then she can erase it and do another one. She will sit on the couch and play with it for an hour.. unheard of with anything but books for her. So anyhow.. Kaitlyn was playing with said toy, trying to draw a circle, when Andrea said "Nanee, your dwarwin is all messy! Is just a circwle. Do it better!" Kaitlyn responded with a "Stop Andra" and about 30 seconds later got up to do something else. I almost cried. How do you tell a 3 year old that her older sister can't do things as well as she can? I had no clue what to say, but I knew I needed to say something.. So that's what I told her. Kaitlyn can't do everything as good as you always. She can't run as fast as you, she can't color as good as you, she can't do puzzles as well as you can. But you need to be nice. Don't tell her it's messy, tell her good job for drawing! I don't know if Andrea gets it yet. I know she understands that Kaitlyn is different.. she has said as much to other kids, but I don't know if she really understands what it means for Kait to be different. Eventually she will.. someday Kaitlyn will know she is different. I'm sure that day will be just as, if not more difficult for me. It's one thing to know that your child is disabled.. it's completely different when they realize it!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Falling with style

We had our third evaluation appointment today. I can't tell you much about it though because I wasn't involved. I was there, but in the waiting room. This was Kaitlyn's behavior and intelligence testing day, so the doctors wanted to evaluate her based on what she was able to do without outside stimulation- ie mom. I talked with the psychologist for about 45 minutes before everything started. Kaitlyn was in with a therapist finishing some speech stuff. They recommended more therapy, as I mentioned last week, however today they did more evaluation to figure out exactly what else to do in therapy. The psychologist (Dr. Murphy) asked me some questions about the evaluations they did when we started at the preschool. I mentioned that they had done some intelligence testing in which Kait scored 3 standard deviations below normal. Anything in the 70 range is considered mentally handicapped, which is why we were accepted into the school. Dr. Murphy went on to explain that most school evaluations are primarily verbal. If a child has trouble with language development it can show false results on intelligence testing. I guess that could be encouraging. It remains to be seen. I have to wait a little more than 2 weeks before I will get to hear the results of all the testing today. Our appointment was at 1. We left at 4. She did really great for being peppered for 3 hours.. though they know how to make it fun I'm sure! We went to get Andrea and Christopher from the sitters and ended up staying to play for a little while. She (the sitters) had some very encouraging words for me. It's nice to know that people are praying for you even if they don't know exactly what to pray for. We ended up heading home during rush hour. What is typically a 20 minute trip ended up taking 1.5 hours. The kids were so exhausted and hungry. When we finally got home- at 7 p.m. tonight UGH!!- Phil had dinner ready for us. We ate and put the kids to bed. I think tomorrow will be nothing but cleaning and laundry! Forget going anywhere! :)

I was rather anxious before our appointment today. I don't know why it is that I can know everything and still stress. I guess it's part of the grieving process. I sent a quick text to my mom and a girlfriend just to ask for special prayer, and almost immediately the following verse popped into my head. I don't remember when I learned it, and at the time I didn't remember the reference, but it certainly helped my nerves calm quite a bit. Psalm 94:19 "When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, Your comforts delight my soul." I love it when God does stuff like that. A little while later the kids were watching the movie Toy Story and I heard the scene where Buzz tries to prove he can fly. Woody says "Oooh come on!! That's not flying! That's falling with style." I think today I am falling with style :) I think I'm flying. People that don't know better will likely think I'm flying, but really I'm just falling. Perhaps with a bit of flair and some pizazz, but it's still just falling. I'm glad I have God's strong and loving arms to land in at the end of that fall.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Appointment #2

We had the second part of Kaitlyn's evaluation last Monday. The appointment was at 8:30 a.m. in Westerville- which is about a 20 min drive from here on a good day with no traffic. We had to go during rush hour, so I was figuring it would take at least an hour. I had planned to leave about 7:30 and stop and get some doughnuts on the way. As I was getting shoes on and preparing to walk out the door, Phil came down the stairs ready to go. I wasn't expecting him to come with us, but I am really glad he did.. cut about an hour out of the appointment. Anyhow.. we got everything together and got in the car about 7:45. We stopped to get doughnuts and I, being the brilliant person I am, thought that I would run inside and it would be faster.... wrong. Hint, any place that specializes in breakfast stuff- we went to Tim Hortons- is likely really good at getting the drive through cleared first. So it was longer than it should have been, but oh well. We needed gas too, so we went across the street to get gas, but the pump wouldn't work and the attendant wasn't answering. Fantastic.. so we wasted about 10 min doing all that.. not too much time, but we were already behind schedule and we still had to get gas. We drove 2 exits and stopped again and got gas, thankfully there was no line, but by this time it's 8 and I'm starting to freak out. If we don't make this appointment we won't be able to keep the third one. Sometimes it takes silly things like this to remind me that God knows what he's doing. His timing is always best. If I had left at 7:30 like I had intended, and all else had gone as I had planned, likely I would have been stuck in traffic for the hour difference. Instead we had hardly any traffic, and the traffic that was there moved well. We made it in just under 20 min.

It's an odd feeling to walk into the clinic. It's really nice that the critical eyes and stares are gone. Sometimes I feel as though I live on an island. It's nice to find other life in this crazy place! One boy in the waiting room was playing with "Bumblee" the Transformer.. pushing the same button over and over. No one cared.. we all knew that even if someone said to stop it wouldn't help, so just absorb the noise and get over it. The therapist called him back and he wanted to take the toy with him, but his mom wouldn't let him. You could tell it was going to start a melt down, but the therapist got him distracted before it started. Then she said "He can bring it. It's okay with me." to which his mom replied, "No, it's not ours, it's this lady's. She saved my life this morning!". What a relief it is to have someone offer help instead of advice sometimes!

We got called back for Kaitlyn's appointment and I was a bit worried about what would happen when we got into the room. The night before we had about 20 min of screaming and yelling and hitting when she saw the "doctor" icon go up on the schedule. She kept saying "No, mommy doctor". I finally gave up trying to tell her that it was her doctor. I got her in the car with the promise of doughnuts and a movie! Things like that make me feel like a bad mother sometimes, but I have learned that what other people thing is not right is allowed if it works! The view I had of what I was going to be like as a mother has TOTALLY changed.. and I'm okay with that now. :)
Anyhow... She was a bit upset to go into an exam room, but there were toys so it was better. We put Curious George (she brought a stuffed monkey with her) on the table so he could take a nap.. he was tired, which means that Kaitlyn was tired too.. she projects onto her toys what she is feeling. I'm glad I can at least get some idea of how she's feeling! Anyhow, George took a nap and Kaitlyn went to play with some toys. She found a "Lightning McQueen" in the box and sat down on the floor to play with him. --Just an idea of what she does to "play".. a typical kid, Andrea or Christopher, would make car noises and "drive" the car around the room. Kaitlyn just sat in the center of the room with the car and spun in circles.-- A nurse came in to ask all the typical, and some not so typical, medical history questions. We talked to her for about 20 minutes and then the psychologist and the behavioral pediatrician came in. From the time they came in until almost 10:45 it was one question after another about Kait's history and behavior. At 10:30 or so Phil and Kaitlyn went to a different room for play evaluation and speech evaluation. They were gone for almost an hour. I asked him what went on, because I need to know everything of course! I did NOT like not going with her to that, but it helped to have them go while I finished up the psychologist time. He said while they were in there they asked her to play with a doll. She had to be prompted to feed the baby and help it drink and then put it to sleep. She did what they asked her to do, but she did none of it voluntarily. They asked what makes her happy/sad/scared and she couldn't answer appropriately. Then they read a story and tried to act it out. She did "okay" with the first one and then when they tried to do another she reverted back to the first story. Then they wanted to find things in pictures. She found most of the big/little things, but couldn't find boy/girl. They categorized things and she couldn't do in/on top of. All these things I know, and I see on a regular basis, but to see it done in an evaluation type of setting makes the realization that it's not typical even more striking. After everything was done we waited for the psychologist to come back in and let us know where they stand with Kaitlyn. The first thing she said was "Well, Kaitlyn is quite a puzzle." On one side that is encouraging that I'm not the only one confused by her, but at the same point it means that the road ahead is likely going to be very bumpy. At this point she has been prescribed more speech therapy. She is getting it once a week at school, but they want us to see a private therapist once a week as well.

Well, this week we have the behavior side of the evaluation. It's on Wednesady.. it will be after school so I know Kaitlyn will be tired, which is kind of a good thing I guess. Bad days are good for evaluations. She will spend about 3 hours with the psychologist alone- I'll be in the room, but not able to participate at all- and the psychologist will evaluate her based on how she plays and interacts etc. Basically more in depth of what we've already done. I'm glad to be finally in a place where we are starting to get some answers. Our goal above anything is to move her forward as far as she can go. I don't care how far that is, as long as it's her best!!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

That one word

I am the mother of an autistic child. I have known this for some time. The "official" diagnosis came as no surprise to me. And yet, seeing the doctor write those heart breaking words "Patient's diagnosis is confirmed- Autistic" made me want to cry. We have been on a waiting list at Childrens hospital since the end of March. We finally had our appointment this past Monday. The appointment was more for them to watch Kaitlyn play alone and to ask me questions. Lots of questions. Almost an hours worth. The doctor did a lot of writing. My tears this week have been mixed, some of relief that we will now be able to get Kait the help she needs at school and in life, and some of sorrow. I do not know yet where the road will take my darling girl. She may remain a child as she ages. She may not learn any more educationally than what she has already, and yet may be able to function in social aspects very well. Only time will tell. We have several more appointments at which they will try to determine the severity of Kaits disability. The Lord is teaching me something, that I know. The lessons that Kait has taught me in her short life are too many to number and I'm sure they will continue. Most of all I see in her, unending love and affection... Christlike... in the heart of a child. :)

Friday, September 3, 2010

What a heritage

Proverbs 17:6
Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers.

I have been incredibly blessed to come from a godly family. This article was written about my grandparents and will be featured in a upcoming magazine. What a testimony they are. I pray that my grandchildren will be as blessed by me as I have been by John and Mary Lou Shook!!!

The Rascal: 82 years old, still in rehab

John Shook’s life has been a little unconventional. “He was a little bit of a rascal,” teases his wife, Mary Lou.

About a year and a half after John and Mary Lou started going together in high school, she told her pastor, “This boy needs to be prayed for, because I think I’m going to marry him.”

Sure enough, they married a few years later (in 1948) in Cleveland, Ohio, their home town. Within a decade, they had seven children; clearly, parenthood suited them. A good thing, because their large family would become much larger.

Still in rehab at age 82

John Shook, now of Kissimmee, FL, turned 82 on May 20. He still goes to pulmonary rehabilitation classes twice a week. Perhaps that helps explain why he was the oldest Alpha attending the Alpha-1 Association natural conference in Orlando in June.

Shook has been part of the twice-a-week pulmonary rehabilitation classes at Florida Hospital Celebration since 2002.

A staff respiratory therapist, Patricia Ross, decided to use the harmonica as a tool for pulmonary therapy after reading about the idea. Playing the harmonica strengthens the diaphragm muscles and helps with breath control.

The group called themselves the Harmonicats, after the pop music group from the 1940s. They breathed better, learned to play, and did local public performances. Shook is convinced harmonica playing is great therapy.

“I’ve seen folks wheeled in on a wheelchair. Then after they practiced, they would be able to walk on a treadmill for 15 minutes,” he says.

It’s All in the Family

The Shooks lived a fairly typical family life for nearly 20 years. John made his living as a firefighter, and Mary Lou was a stay-at-home mom raising their big brood. But like all families, they were not immune from tragedy.

In 1958, after years of an abusive marriage, Mary Lou’s sister committed suicide, leaving behind six children. The children lived next door to the Shooks, but their father forbade any contact. Even so, the children would sometimes sneak over to their aunt and uncle’s house.

“The kids would come over and ask for bread,” says Mary Lou. “They’d come over and say ‘We were going to have potatoes, but we’re down to the last one. Can we have some potatoes?’”

In 1965, seven years after the death of their mother, the father was jailed. The local authorities tried to find an appropriate home for the children, but the family was large, the county low on funds. They approached Shook to discuss the problem.

Mary Lou vividly remembers John’s response:

“He said, ‘Oh, bring them on, they’re family. We’ll take them.’ Let me tell you, my organized life became a little scattered!”

That added six children to the nine the Shooks already had – two still in diapers. (And they had two more children later. That made 17.)

How did they handle dinner time?

“We used a ping pong table,” says Mary Lou. “It was big enough for all of us to eat at once. It was important to sit down as a family. After dinner was family worship time. We read some scripture, or at least learned about everybody’s concerns, so we could pray for them.”

Perhaps the huge family was exactly the large support system John Shook needed to get through the obstacles life held for him.

He says smoke is not the only hazard to a firefighter’s lungs. “Fighting fires, I inhaled a lot of noxious chemicals and fumes, too. Great stuff for an Alpha!”

He paid the price. At 48, he was a fire brigade captain, but his lungs were severely damaged. He had to apply for a partial disability payment. It wasn’t enough to sustain his family, so he went to work part-time with the county engineers.

That same winter of 1976, he developed pneumonia that seemed to last forever. This began a long series of visits to lung specialists. One of them told Shook he had five years to live (and he hadn’t even been diagnosed with Alpha-1 yet).

Work, prayer, and miracles

The disability check and the part-time job brought in just $300 a month. The girls got babysitting jobs; the boys delivered a paper route. And everybody knew the Shooks. Church and charitable agencies came by often with donations of clothing and other supplies. Somehow, the family got by.

One winter, the Shooks had to deliver disheartening news to their oldest four children. Two were freshmen in college, two were sophomores. The family was $1,000 short of the money they needed to pay the school tab. John and Mary Lou prayed for a month.

The day he was about to cancel his four children’s education for the coming semester, Shook received a phone call. A family from their church had a relative pass away and leave them $1,000. The family donated their windfall to the Shooks.

“We hung up the phone and cried a little bit,” says Mary Lou.

In the late 1970s, a nuclear plant was being built in Perry, Ohio. Shook became the plant fire chief, training the staff – but no firefighting. And he got three paid months off in winter, allowing the Shooks to travel to Florida for warmer weather.

During one of those Florida trips, a lung infection sent John to a hospital emergency room. The ER lung specialist tested him for Alpha-1 – and that’s how he finally got properly diagnosed.

With the kids out of the nest, the Shooks moved to Kissimmee in 1994.

One great sadness came to the Shooks this year. Their daughter Karen died of Lou Gehrig’s disease in the spring.

At 82, John’s health has actually improved a bit. He’s been free of severe lung infections for two years now. He uses a nebulized medication that has reduced his need for other inhalers. He also continues Alpha-1 augmentation therapy – and attends pulmonary rehab twice a week.

The Shooks celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary in June of 2008. Like all their family gatherings, it was a big event, with children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. “I tried to count all our great-grandchildren this year. I got to 76, and gave up because birth announcements and notes about pregnancies kept coming in,” says Mary Lou.

Says their daughter Kay: “The love our family has for our parents is indescribable. I think my siblings would agree. We are so grateful to them for how much they have done for us.”

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Water and spiders

"It's a boy!" said the Dr. "Finally" I thought. Some days I now wonder what I was wishing for! I always said that I didn't want any girls. Too much drama. Well, I have drama sure, but it is nice that I don't have to worry about them scaling the porch swing or figuring out how to climb up the posts of the play set. This has been quite a morning for Christopher. He is active as ever... perhaps a cause of the full moon? Kaitlyn started school yesterday so maybe some of his over activity is because of the added excitement surrounding that event. Regardless of the cause I am VERY ready for rest time today. Which, of course, isn't happening easily due to the issue of Binky being lost. Today one event made me laugh. Not just a chuckle, "oh my word what am I going to do with you?" kind of a moment.. a true HA HA HA HA ROFLOL moment.

I had made the kids turkey sandwiches for lunch with grapes and crackers. Good lunch, one they typically eat without complaint. Christopher was extra hungry, and given his activity level this morning I was not surprised, so I fed him first. He was peacefully eating at the table when Phil came home. I had the brilliant idea to go talk to Phil about something while Christopher was eating...mistake. You'd think I'd learn after the 1,000 time. Anyhow.. I came back down stairs to find that Chris had cleaned his plate and placed it in the sink. My first instinct was to check the trash can. Nothing there... incredible.. he did have time enough to finish what he had been given so I didn't think twice about it. Nothing on the floor, nothing in the living room, nothing in the trash.. we're good! Give the kid a cookie and a pat on the back. Way to go bud! The girls are ready to eat so they sit down and Phil and I do as well. About 5 minutes after we started eating Chris brings me a piece of turkey. Hmmmmm... this is suspect, but perhaps I just overlooked it on the floor. Then comes another one... and a watering can which he had brought in from outside. Guess where his lunch was? Yes, it was in the watering can. Never in a million years would I have looked there. Chances are that the ants would have had a lovely picnic later this afternoon had he not shown me his hiding spot. Phil's comment? "He can eat this right? I mean, the only thing that's been in here is water...well, and spiders."

Wednesday, August 11, 2010


There are some days when I want to trade in my kids at the store. Today is one of those days. The girls have been good, for the most part, but Christopher is most definitely, without question a 2 year old boy. He is into everything all the time, so I'm not surprised when I say things like "Don't eat the batteries" and "Get those wipes out of your mouth!", but today was the culmination.

For those that know me, you know that my son has attempted to climb the refrigerator. Yes, that's right, the refrigerator. See, we have a small counter next to our fridge where our coffee pot sits. Well next to that counter is our trash can. Chris figured out that if he put something next to the trash can, like a 'Sit n Spin', he could use it to climb up onto the trash can, from there to the counter, from there to the coffee pot and from THERE he could reach the top of the fridge (which, by the way, is where the candy and knives are because I thought I was being smart putting them out of reach). And this happened when he was 10 months old.

Okay, so given that context, this is the scene that played out today. I ran upstairs to go potty and put on my shoes as we were heading out the door to go to the library. I don't know how long it takes you to do that, but it doesn't take me very long. I have 3 small children, it can't! So I come back down the stairs and I hear Chris screeching like a monkey. I come around the corner into the kitchen to find him hanging, literally hanging, from the TOP shelf of the cabinets next to the sink. He pushed a chair over to the counter, climbed onto the counter, crawled - or walked or flew, I'm not quite sure which - over the sink to the other side of the counter, opened the cabinet, took out all of the stuff on the bottom two shelves and climbed up. Now this might not be so awful if all I had in this cabinet were plastic containers and dishes, but the reality is that this cabinet is my medicine cabinet. Not only did he dump everything out of the cabinet, he opened bottles of pills. Thankfully he only opened the vitamins, but the fact that they had "child proof" caps did not stop him. Oh, and he decided to EAT the vitamins. My vitamins, which happen to contain a small amount of iodine. He then found out they did not taste like candy and spit them out, effectively staining my counters with iodine. I couldn't decide if I wanted to cry or scream.

I know... really, I really do KNOW... that I am not the only mom out there that has days like this. For those of you that are in the trenches with me, maybe it will be better tomorrow.... right? Here's to hoping! And I think I'll take that margarita now! :-)

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Relaxing at the Spa

It's a fantastic thing when one can experience the relaxation that comes with a good salon experience. With three kids the last thing I want to be at the salon is rushed. I enjoy being pampered, I don't get to do it often, so you'd better do it well! The salon I had been frequenting (well, that's a strong word for me.. lived here 3 years, been there 4 times) was not living up to my standards, so I decided to switch. As my stylist (who I adored by the way) was going on maternity leave, I felt this would be the perfect time to make a transition. My mom is a big advocate of her Aveda salon, so I thought I'd find one here and give it a shot. I will never, never, ever and I mean NEVER go somewhere else. This place will have to burn to the ground, go bankrupt and explode before I will change salons. Not only did I have a fantastic stylist, but my color is exactly what I wanted, I got a facial while the highlights set AND it was less than I was paying elsewhere. Who could ask for more. Needless to say I will be a frequent supporter of this place!! I'm not one to go every 6 weeks like clockwork to get my hair done... that is probably going to change. :)

Saturday, April 17, 2010


It's been a couple of months since I've blogged. So much has happened, and yet it seems that so little time has passed. We've been through a wedding and four funerals just in my family. Not to mention my church. Seems as though when it rains it pours. It's nice to have an umbrella. I've been learning a lot about myself these last few months as well. Learning that where I thought my patience ended it can stretch. Learning more importantly, that I don't have to be the strong one all the time. I've had a few melt downs. I'm grateful for some wonderful friends who have helped mop up the tears. I love you. Thanks for being there no matter what. I am continuing to learn about my wonderful daughter and her not always so wonderful disability. It's official, we have a diagnosis of ASD, or Autism Spectrum Disorder. Took me a while to absorb that one. I'm not supposed to be the mom of a 'special child'. I wouldn't trade her for anything though. She's brilliant in her own way. Some days I get so frustrated I want to cry, but I'm learning that it's okay. I actually am finding reading material that I'm having a difficult time getting through. Not because it's difficult information to understand, mind you, just that I see my Kait in every line. Sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes I cry. Next month I'm going to a seminar called "You are not alone". That's how I feel more often than not. Totally and completely alone. But then someone calls, or texts, or e-mails and I am once again reminded that there are people there that don't care if I call them and cry. I don't have to be the rock. It's nice to know that. I'm looking forward to meeting more moms like me. I know they exist. Kait is in a class of kids like her.. all of whom have mom's like me. It's the meeting them that's difficult. I wish I could be more involved in her class. I know I'm needed here during that time, but perhaps next year I'll be able to have a day a month or something. Maybe I'll even join the PTA.. or PTO as it's called now. It has been wonderful to see her blossom over this past year. She is so much more independent now than she used to be. Almost on par with her sister. It's strange to see them together. One that didn't know them would probably think that they are twins except for the size difference. I know that soon Andi will pass Kait up developmentally. I'm trying to mentally prepare myself for that day. It will be here before I'm ready, I'm sure of that. She already has in some areas. But it will be okay. I know it will be... I will be to. I have a support system now, and it's only going to get bigger and stronger. See what happens when I write without purpose? I ramble... I'm going to stop now because it's late, and I'm tired. Perhaps tomorrow I will write with purpose. ~Lydia

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

She's figured it out!!!

This afternoon I had the following conversation with my 4 1/2 year old daughter, K. My 17 month old son was upstairs crying (but not the kind of crying that would warrant running up the stairs to find out what was wrong.. just whiny crying) and, as K had just come down from there, this conversation ensued....

"K, why is C crying??"
"Because he's upset"
"Oh, well do you know why he's upset?"
"Because he's a boy"

:-) I promise, I DID NOT tell her to say that!!!

Monday, February 1, 2010

WHAT did I just say?!?!?!?!

I know there are things that every mother says they "Will never say" to their child. Chances are, if you're anything like me, you have said pretty much everything you'd never say! Well, today I said something that never in a million years did I ever think would come out of my mouth. I actually had to stop and realize that I said it. My girls never really invoked these types of things. They just aren't that way. Yes, they need the occasional "No, don't touch the dogs butt" and "If you put that in your ear it's going to get stuck".. but never, not once in the almost 5 years they have been around has this been a conversation.

Today I decided that my refrigerator needed cleaned. You must understand, coming from a neat-freak germaphobe like myself this probably wasn't really a necessity, but still, it ranked pretty high in my book. So, fridge gets opened, sink is filled with soap and water and off I go. This is not a simple task for me. I don't simply move things around, throw out the moldy stuff and wipe the shelves. No, for me this is quite an undertaking. Something I used to do on a monthly (at least!) basis, but now it has been pushed to every other month or so. EVERYTHING comes out of the fridge. And I mean EVERYTHING!!! Shelves included. This used to mean that my floor was littered with the remnants of my leftovers and bottles of ketchup, but having a dog and three toddlers has made me change my methodology. Now I find extra space in the nooks and crannies and line things on my counters. So here's the scene... I'm up to my elbows in soap suds. Two shelves are out of the fridge and in my sink getting baths. I wash, rinse and dry one and turn to put it back in the fridge. Well, apparently I didn't close the door all the way... perhaps something that got moved to another shelf prevented it from proper closure, but regardless, C.. my darling almost 16 month old boy.. has found a packet of batteries. Yes, I said batteries. Why are batteries in my fridge you ask? I have no idea, you'll have to ask my mother. As I turn I see that he has this packet of AAA batteries and has opened it, nimble-fingered little monster that he is, and OF COURSE has some... not just one, but THREE! in his mouth. Out came those blog worthy words.. "NO, NO, NO!!!! We don't eat batteries!!!!!!!" And then I started to laugh. I'm still chuckling actually. Who would have ever thought I would say something like that! Thankfully his teeth aren't vampire strength yet! :o)

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Little smiles

I don't think that I would make it through some days without the little things. There was a time in my life when the language of children almost annoyed me, but I have since realized, sometimes these silly sayings just need to make someone smile. We have had a few whoppers in our house lately....

Last night A woke up about 1 a.m. screaming "Mommy!! Hep me, Hep me!!" Now I don't laugh at my children's fears, I know how scary night terrors can be, especially when you're 2!, but I had to smile at the end of this conversation.
Me: "Shhh, it's ok. Mommy has you now"
A: "Is scarwy"
Me: "What's scary?"
A: "Da nake"
Me: "What snake?"
A: "Da nake on my piwow"
Me: "There was a snake on your pillow? That would be scary! It's ok, Da took the snake away. It's all gone now"
(A cuddles to me for a minute and then states)
A: "Wow, dat was a yittle scarwy!"
Me: "Are you ok now?"
A: "Yeah, I ahwrite. Night!"
At least she gets over it fast right?

Then there was this one....
I was getting up from pulling presents out from under the tree. I must have grunted or something of the like while getting up because A announced to me...
"Oh mom, your getting a wittle heavy!"
Gee, thanks. :)

And then there is always the picture of the girls holding the dogs head in their hands and saying "Your a good boy!" or K's most recent "Cutie, cutie thing!"
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